The problem? The problem is me and I don't fully want to
admit that it's all my fault. A lot for one person to take and
knowing that I've caused most of it. I'm the problem because I
worry about things that have been done and are yet to come because
I get scared of what's to go. I'm the problem because I drag this
out too long and make them bigger than they need to be. I'm the
problem because of how I want things to be, I want things to stay
the way they are and don't want to change. I've had enough change
and would like this to go the same way. I'm the problem because I
cause fights because I try to make things better at least how I see
it and I make them worse. I'm the problem because I'm me and I have
to find a way to fix myself and not be the problem
My brother posted a video of me singing in the shower
I'm so Em-Bare-Assed.
Was also more Em-Bare-As-Sing due to my horrible singing.. :c
But then I looked in the mirror and ralized I was was really
His pupils were dilated, absorbing half of the ocean I knew they
They said he never spoke to anyone, but he spoke to me. The
rolled off his tongue, like waves retreating back down the shore.
eyes were trained on my lips, transfixed at the chaos pouring from
mouth. Who knew a trainwreck could fit inside a human form? I bet
that I would do worse, and made myself a liar. I regretted it like
gripped a thorny rose, until I saw his smile.
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